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3 They turned their eyes away,

And treated him with scorn ;
But 'twas their grief upon him lay ;

Their sorrows he has borne.

4. “But I'll prolong his days,

And make his kingdom stand ;
My pleasure," saith the God of grace,

“Shall prosper in his hand.”

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Christ's Sufferings and Kingdom. Ps. 22. 1 "NOW from the roaring lion's rage,

O Lord, protect thy Son,
Nor leave thy Darling to engage
The powers of hell alone.”

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2 Thus did our suffering Savior pray,

With mighty cries and tears;
God heard him in that dreadful day,

And chased away his fears.

3 Great was the victory of his death

His throne exalted high;
And all the kindreds of the earth

Shall worship, or shall die.

4 The meek and humble souls shall see

His table richly spread,
And all that seek the Lord shall be

With joys immortal fed.

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WATTS. Christ's dying and reigning. Ps. 2. 1 WHY did the Gentiles rage,

And Jews, with one accord,
Bend all their counsels to destroy

The Anointed of the Lord ?

2 Rulers and kings agree

To form a vain design ;
Against the Lord their powers unite,

Against his Christ they join. 3 The Lord derides their rage,

And will support his throne;
He that hath raised him from the dead

Hath owned him for his Son.

WATTS.

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The Savior's Prayer. 1 MY God, if possible it be,

Withhold this bitter cup;
But I resign my will to thee,

And drink the sorrows up.

2 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown;

In groans I waste my breath ;
Thy heavy hand has brought me down

Low as the dust of death.

3 Father, I give my spirit up,

And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,

And rise at thy command.

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1 GO to dark Gethsemane,

Ye that feel temptation's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see ;

Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away ;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.

2 Follow to the judgment-hall;

View the Lord of life arraigned ;
O, the wormwood and the gall !

O, the pangs his soul sustained !
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;

There, admiring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time

God's own sacrifice complete;
"It is finished,” hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4 Early hasten to the tomb,

Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom;

Who has taken him away?
Christ is risen ; he meets our eyes;
Savior, teach us so to rise.

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MRS. BARBAULD. For Easter Sunday. 1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,

And pours increasing day.
2 0, what a night was that, which wrapt

The heathen world in gloom !
O, what a sun, which broke, this day,

Triumphant from the tomb !
3 This day be grateful homage paid,

And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,

And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join

To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings

To nations yet unborn.
5 Jesus, the Friend of human kind

With strong compassion moved,
Descended, like a pitying God,

To save the souls he loved.
6. The powers of darkness leagued in vain

To bind his soul in death ;
He shook their kingdom, when he fell,

With his expiring breath.
7 And now his conquering chariot wheels

Ascend the lofty skies;
While broke beneath his powerful cross

Death's iron sceptre lies.

8 Exalted high at God's right hand,

The Lord of all below, Through him is pardoning love dispensed,

And boundless blessings flow.

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DODDRIDGE.

The Resurrection of Christ.

1 YES, the Redeemer rose,

The Savior left the dead,
And o'er our hellish foes
High raised his conquering head;
In wild dismay,

The guards around

Fell to the ground,
And sunk

away.

2 Lo, the angelic bands

In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet:
Joyful they come,

And wing their way

From realms of day
To such a tomb.

3 Then back to heaven they fly,

And the glad tidings bear :
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air !
Their anthems say,

Jesus, who bled,

Hath left the dead ;
He rose to-day.”

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